Author: Denise

(Wednesday, August 10, 2023)

I was not able to write this detailed dream yesterday as I had to head up to Cambridge to help my parents. My dad went to the ER. He is better today.

Dream: I have a large RV that is parked midway to the mountains. I get a phone call from a woman and a man that are white-collar and middle-aged. Their voices are highly intelligent and professional. Energetic. I know they are seeking information from me. I push back and ask question after question, and they become silent. Spies? Perhaps we agree to end the conversation, or I hang up the phone because “they are on mute.”

I walk downhill, along a road that reaches the edge of the ocean. I meet with Cullan and we enter a building together. He wants to tell me something he deems critically important, but he also wants to make sure that no one can hear us and secretly record the information. Spies?

We enter a private room with no windows. Two male IT workers are inside, so we move on to a second room. Two more male computer analysts are in this room, and I recognize one of them. We walk through a door to a third room, and this one is empty, safe, sealed. No one can hear us or grab any audio from our cell phones. It is sound-proof, like something I would expect to be used by the FBI. I don’t know what Cullan tells me when I awake from the dream. It is still a secret.

I move on to another part of the building to begin a task. A group of small children are ready to walk with me back to the RV, but there is a small, surprise duty that is added. In a dining area I grab a dozen or more glass salt and pepper shakers, unseal the metal tops, then empty the spices. The shakers are old, ornate. I screw the tops back on and put the clear shakers in a flappy, open storage box. The kiddos and I move on up the road to the RV.

When we reach the RV, I am struggling to keep the shakers stored in the nonfunctional box. I don’t want to lose them because I am required to return them to the building-on-the-beach. I leave them inside the RV. The dream has dissolved, but I think after inspecting the RV, the children keep walking with me. How odd that I don’t just drive the RV. I guess it is a “mobile home.”

Day notes:

A loud military jet just flew overhead.

Small children from St. John’s daycare walked past our house at lunchtime.

I got a dangerous spam text this morning on my phone. I ignored it and deleted it.

I walked to an estate sale this morning. It was full of very old antique glass dishes, mint toys and sewing machines.

Salt and pepper, female and male? White and black. Movers and shakers.

(Wednesday, August 9, 2023) third quarter moon Taurus / tarot Wheel of Fortune

I could not sleep last night. My brother called me on Tuesday afternoon to tell me about the death of his oldest daughter’s spouse Johnny. He shot himself late last week, near the time I had my ghost dream.

In the middle of the night, around two a.m., I had a (waking) flash memory of two dreams from decades ago. I was able to see, for just a second or so, views of old house dreams. One was a cottage-style house sitting on a beautiful green hill. Chris, Cullan and I lived in that dream house in multiple incarnations. The other house dream is less clear to me now, but both felt like meteors whizzing past my mind’s eye.

(Thursday, August 3, 2023) waning gibbous moon Pisces / tarot eight of cups

I dream of entering a huge, old, multi-story house. A mansion. It is communal, but I am the one in charge of making the spaces pleasant for all the residents. It’s quite a mess. Furniture and items of decor are strewn about. I worry there won’t be enough funds to “make a house a home.” In fact I have that conversation early in the dream with a group of residents who are driving a car that they say also needs expensive repairs.

My work in the dream moves from room to room. I start in a giant dining area that is at least two stories tall, like a castle. I organize large, velvet sofas and a long dining table that has enough chairs for dozens, maybe hundreds, of people. Many are already using the space. I see one of my dark-haired, female spirit guides.

I move on to other rooms, on various floors, and speak with my community once each room is ready. I get a message that the vehicle is fine and needs nothing, which is a relief. I am very, very surprised that I am able to use all of the existing elements to spruce up the mansion, including a large children’s room next to the dining area. Everything turns out to be what it needs to be. This feels like a calming gift for me.

At one point in the dream I head up to the attic and fall asleep in a bedroom that matches my actual, waking life bedroom. The attic is full of ghosts, and my cat Snowball. I wonder if the castle/mansion is full of ghosts. I wake up, turn off the air conditioner and head back downstairs to do more work. But, it might be a dream-within-a-dream, because later I wake up again inside my haunted bedroom and the air conditioner is on, not off. A ghost laughs at me and my curiousness about whether I really turned off the air conditioner. There are ending dream elements that feel like sleep paralysis or even lucid interactions with the spirits.

Day notes:

I did wake up at 3 am, turned off the air conditioner and headed downstairs to feed Snowball. This dream happened after I went back to bed.

I visited my parents yesterday and had long conversations about the health issues affecting their lives. They are still caring for their huge house, but asked that I come up as often as I can to Cambridge.

Thoughts:

Perhaps one message of the dream is that I have what I need. Retirement income and my current environment will provide enough, even though that still feels like a surprise. Something about my “home,” my personal element, also has a benefit for the community. I don’t know what that is. I’m no teacher like Bonnie and I don’t yet spend any time volunteering like Jeanne. Am I somehow contributing to ancestral or community healing?

The ghosts, I wonder. A combination of lucidity and actual spirit presence in the house? I do see orbs in the alarm camera sometimes. Ghosts are common in sleep paralysis.

Another vehicle in a dream, unusual.